Breathing Poisoned Air

I considered myself the unlucky one Here I still am while she is forever gone Perhaps my death is worse and my prize is misery A chance to linger as an outcast left in a dying world Walk ever further but no hope is ever found My body agonizes as my mind crumbles Will this end? Or is it still my task to do so? Is it any different from before? People struggling to survive, finding a means to exist. The futility of it all Seems comical now, if even a sliver Can exist in this The greatest of all tragedies It changes you as soon as you realize it. Breathing the poisoned air of this world Withering away from the inside, gradually, sinking further into oblivion My charade continues on. Forget logic, forget the truth. Cower from it, and hide behind your lies. It makes no difference now, of all times. Death is not just, it didn't choose her. This barren horizon around me tells me so; As my inexistent soul, My hollow body moves on. Down the road, around the next corner, further into oblivion, As always Nothing changed. I just opened my eyes for the first time